Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.